A stout, tanned youth with obvious Greek features walks in. His wavy black hair, shines as if coated with wax, and his prominent Greek nose stands as a monument to youth and male vigor atop his smooth cheeked face. He is otherwise clad in a leather cuirass and with greaves and armbands protecting his limbs. On his waist is strapped a short sword with an intricate handle, and to his side a man carries a large hopolon shield and a sarissa pike.

"Brothers - he bows to everyone in the room. - and most honored ruler. I have rushed from Hierosolyma upon receiving news of a full emergency council being called. I trust you have received my suggestions already via messenger."

Alexandros takes a few minutes to situate himself and read trough what has been proposed already. He raises an eyebrow at one point, but remains silent for now.